User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-2246928-20140819213448

Hearing the approaching soldiers, Trokkin's voice stops for a moment, before leaping into his throat, beating like a drum. Whipping out his knife, he roared at the soldiers from the cover of the bushes, shivering like a rag. "'T-tis Trokkin Redback, an' I ain't no b-b-be-darned rebel! I'm on yore side!"